WEEK 3 - TRIAL DAY TWO

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (3)

saturday TRIAL DAY ONE (34) survivors At 9 AM, a klaxon alarm begins blaring in every area of the ship. The alarm will continue to go off until everyone has gathered in the conference room. Should anyone be running late or avoiding the trial for whatever reason, a robot guide will appear wherever they are and gently but firmly escort them into the room. Once all the living players are present, the conference room doors will lock shut; anyone who wishes to leave for whatever reason will need to ask AL-2955 or one of the robots. Anyone leaving for non-investigative purposes, such as bathroom breaks, will be accompanied by a robot escort. The large round table in the center of the conference room has been set up to help the trial run as smoothly as possible. Three holographic screens hover above the center hollow of the table, visible from every angle. The first screen displays the pictures and profiles of the suspects and victim; the second displays the autopsy report; the third displays a blank word processor. Each of the chairs comes equipped with a virtual keyboard which can be used to type information directly into the third screen, such as theories and updated information; they can also be set into privacy mode, which will transfer whatever notes someone writes directly into their datapad instead of on screen. There's also a tablet function for those who wish to draw charts or pictures on screen. The keyboards will detect the DNA of whoever's using them and record who's typed what - simply press an area of text and the name of whoever wrote it will pop up. The area to the right of the table has been temporarily sectioned off with a glass partition and sliding door for hygienic issues. Inside, the victim's body has been laid out on a metal autopsy table, covered by a plastic sheet. Above it is a holographic screen that displays a close-up color photograph of the body when it was found. A hand sanitizer dispenser has been considerately attached to the wall nearby for anyone getting up close and personal to the body. To the left of the conference table is a display case. Any evidence found during the investigation will be carefully collected by the robots at some point the previous day and placed here before the trial starts. Beneath each piece of evidence is a small tablet where players can type up information, such as a short description or where it was found. There are also empty areas left over for any evidence that may be found during the trial. The shelf at the very bottom of the case has been reserved for an extra rulebook in case anyone needs it. Food will be served throughout the day by the robots, who will take individual orders whenever you're feeling hungry. The trial will end at 9:00 PM, at which point all players will have been expected to cast their vote.

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TIME LIMIT.

[erythristic]

[the same as last week, Grell stands up and raises her voice for everyone after checking the time. nearly yelling, because this has to go over all discussions and cut in with force.]

Twenty minutes remaining.

[get to voting, everyone.]

[tevinteriscoming]

I suppose we know what happened this time.

I don't know that that comforts me.

[bloodbiter]

What will you do? I don't know who to...

[tevinteriscoming]

It's a cruel decision. It must have been Machias or Lavi to kill Allen, but it doesn't seem that either of them intended it.

But...if Lavi isn't going to speak up in his own defense, then I can't help him.

[unasking]

.... damn.

[It's quiet and under his breath, but it's a rare curse from Frankenstein.

Enter a deep contemplation now of whether he wants red or white wine.]

[tevinteriscoming]

We need to make a decision. I think it's ill-advised to leave it to an anonymous vote.

[By which he means that the adults should pick someone.]

We've heard Machias. Does Lavi have anything to say for himself?

[unasking]

Not that I've heard. If anything, he's been quiet about the entire situation. He was hollering and trying to lure Allen out just yesterday, wasn't he?

[Though the implications now lead to him just being a very skilled actor.]

[tevinteriscoming]

I wonder what he intended to prove, by withstanding my spell. His acting skills don't clear his name.

Well. If we've only Machias who intends to cooperate, I don't know what else can be done in the time we have.

[booklore]

I already said I wasn't there. What more do you want me to say?

[tevinteriscoming]

Kaffas! You're going with that story even now? Your life is on the line.

[booklore]

You all still think I'm lying, huh? Geez... I'll say it however many times you want.

I wasn't there.

[tevinteriscoming]

Then there's nothing I can do to help you.

I'm saying this to assuage my own conscience, I'm sure, but I don't believe you deserve to be killed, any more or any less than Machias. But I don't think the uncertainty from last week will do us any good. So that's it.

[bloodteller]

It's okay, Mr. Dorian.

[ she has no idea what 'kaffas' is, but it seems like every time to talks to the larper, that's what he's shouting... ]

If he doesn't want to, then he doesn't have to. Making him explain himself won't change that he's a liar.

[tevinteriscoming]

Of course. He's under no obligation to cooperate.

[But he still looks angry about it.]

He may be a liar, but as far as I'm aware, that isn't necessarily a crime warranting execution.

[qundercover]

Give some folks a shovel, they'll just keep digging.

[parodeity]

Welp. If anyone has any last-minute arguments, now's the time to get 'em in.

[muties]

Bonus points if you use rainbow marker on the whiteboard. We will grade on a sliding scale of legitness.

[breakshot]

[ Guess who's still looking pale as fuck after that trip down memory lane that probably everyone else overheard?! bc Machias is loud as shit even when he's having a meltdown. ]

There was someone else there. I'm sure of it.

[brooches]

Machias - does nothing come to your attention? Um... smells, colors, sounds..?

[ PLEASE, this is so crucial and Elizabeth looks so worried. ]

[breakshot]

I... I walked over- I couldn't believe what had--

[ ugh, incoming headache. ]

Goddess, all of this is screwed up! [ He's not pounding but he's sure gripping his fist pretty tightly! ] Why can't I remember?!

[brooches]

[ Okay, and you still need to find your chill. Elizabeth is up and over, bracing her arm against his bicep. ]

Calm! Deep breathes, in and out! I'm sorry for forcing you.. I'm sorry!

[ She repeats, but she's going to push further. ]

Just shut your eyes for a moment, please relax. If anything sticks out in your mind, please tell us...

[breakshot]

I'm doing what I can. I'm trying to remember what happened then...

[ The sudden presence stops the frantic hollering for a moment, and he shakes his head. ]

... No. You're not at fault here, Miss Elizabeth. If anything... I am.

[erythristic]

I believe you. Do you remember a single shred about them - their shape? Their height?

[something? help them help you, bro.]

[breakshot]

...

[ Okay, Grell. He's thinking, hold on. Then finally: ]

Tall. I was still a distance away when approaching, but whoever it was they had to have been close to my height or more.

[erythristic]

Tall. That's good. Thank you for that.

[can you really press an amnesia victim that hard...]

...I apologize for transcribing some of your notebook, but it was necessary.